This is something I started in the middle of the night while watching Fault, and I know I've written like thirty of these, but here's another! Enjoy, and please remember to review!

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"He's never gonna tell us." Her hands trembled with the heavy weight of the gun.

Elliot nodded. "You're right."

"We can all walk out of here alive if you just put the gun down," Gitano said heatedly.

His blue eyes filled with tears that threatened to fall at any moment. "It's all right," he soothed, willing her to take that shot. His tongue ran over his dry lips as images of his children sprang unbidden to his mind.

Her voice was so soft he barely heard it. "I'm sorry."

He closed his eyes as a single gunshot reverberated through the stale air of the warehouse.

Olivia watched, horrified, as both men collapsed to the dirty ground. "Elliot!" Keeping her gun trained on Gitano, she rushed to Elliot and grabbed his arm. He didn't make a sound, and Olivia couldn't tell if either man was breathing. She hesitated a moment, then holstered her gun. Gitano still didn't move, and she slid both of her hands under Elliot's armpits. Gitano remained motionless. As fast as she could move, she dragged Elliot's limp form a safe distance away from the killer. "Elliot..." She dropped to her knees by his head and yanked off her jacket. Then she gingerly lifted his head and slid her jacket under him. "Come on, El. Talk to me," she pleaded softly.

Then she saw it. Blood flowed freely from his right temple, and vomit rose up in her throat. She had hit him... "Oh, God..." Moving fast, she pulled off her shirt and wadded it up, then held it firmly to his head. His face lacked color, and she caressed the side of his face as she waited impatiently for backup to arrive.

"That's nice. You're such a protective lady."

That voice made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end.

Gitano held a hand to the area where the bullet had grazed his head. "But you're a lousy shot." He reached for his gun. "Now you're both going to die."

Olivia closed her eyes for a brief moment, then touched Elliot's cheek again. She could hear Gitano move behind her, and her fingers slipped to her hip, where her gun was holstered. Moving faster than she ever thought she could, she spun around and emptied three rounds into Gitano's body.

He looked stunned as the bullets pierced his body, but he raised his gun and aimed it at Olivia.

Thinking only of her injured partner and how she had to keep him safe at all costs, she emptied a fourth round... into Gitano's forehead.

Gitano's limp body slumped to the ground, but Olivia kept her gun trained on him, despite the fact that half of his head was splattered on the wall behind him.

It was only the sound of footsteps and a soft groan from Elliot that finally shook her out of her stupor, and she dropped her gun and turned around again. "It's okay, Elliot..." she whispered, holding her shirt to his temple again. He flinched in pain, and she used her other hand to gently hold his head still. "Shh, El..."

His eyelids flickered open briefly. "Livia..."

She nodded, lightly caressing his scalp with the tips of her fingers. "You're hurt," she whispered, cursing herself for being the reason that he had been hurt. "Help is coming. Try not to move."

He surprised her by grabbing her wrists. "Not... your fault." Even though his head was killing him, he could read her like a book. "You did good..."

His eyes slid shut, and his grip loosened on her wrists. He was too tired to stay awake, even though he wanted to stay with Olivia. She needed him, and he wanted to comfort her. But the pain was too much, and he retreated.

Finally she heard the backup burst into the warehouse, and she felt relief as she continued to gently hold Elliot's head. "Officer down! I need a bus, now!" she yelled.

As one of the other officers approached her, several more went to check on Gitano.

"Damn, Benson," one whistled lowly. "You took most of his head off."

Another commented, "Oh, well. Let's at least try to do something."

Somewhere in the back came a soft sound, and Olivia's head shot up. "There's still a little girl missing! She might be in here!" The cop part of her told her to get up, but the partner and friend in her refused to let her leave Elliot's side.

Immediately other officers began swarming the area, calling Rebecca's name. Olivia's shoulders slumped in relief when the little girl was finally found and whisked out of the warehouse.

Suddenly everything seemed to fly by. Paramedics came in and whisked Elliot away, and she managed to hurry to her feet and follow after him. She barely noticed anything else going on as she sat down by Elliot's head and held his hand. This was her fault, and she couldn't get past it. She had shot him.

She lowered her head, staring at her free hand. It was covered in her partner's blood, and it was because of her. Her hand started to tremble.

What the hell had she just done?

TBC...

A/N: There's one more chapter to this, then it's done. I think. Thanks for reading, and please remember to review!